The Impostor Husband, The Vanished Daughter

Ten Years a Ward

For ten years, I secretly loved my guardian, Ethan Hayes. After my family fell apart, he took me in and raised me. He was my entire world. On my eighteenth birthday, I gathered all my courage to confess my love to him. But his reaction was a fury I had never seen before. He swept my birthday cake to the floor and roared, "Are you insane? I am your GUARDIAN!" He then mercilessly tore the painting I had spent a year on-my confession-to shreds. Just days later, he brought home his fiancée, Chloe. The man who had promised to wait for me to grow up, who called me his brightest star, had vanished. My decade of desperate, burning love had only managed to burn myself. The person who was supposed to protect me had become the one who hurt me the most. I looked down at the NYU acceptance letter in my hand. I had to leave. I had to pull him out of my heart, no matter how much it hurt. I picked up the phone and dialed my father's number. "Dad," I said, my voice hoarse, "I've decided. I want to come be with you in New York."

The Woman Who Sold His Empire

Ava Miller lived a dream life, running a successful interior design firm, and happily married to her college sweetheart, tech CEO Ethan Hayes. Their bond felt unbreakable, solidified by years of shared history and Ethan's fierce vow never to cheat, a promise backed by a prenup securing 70% of his assets for Ava if he ever strayed. But a creeping shadow emerged: Chloe Vance, a former intern, obsessed with Ethan, staging public scenes and faking crises. Ava dismissed her as a nuisance, always trusting Ethan to handle such issues firmly. On their third anniversary, Ava surprised Ethan at his gleaming office tower, a small gift in hand, wishing for a rare spontaneous moment. She pushed open the door to his private office and found Chloe there, half-dressed in Ethan's silk shirt, suggestively caressing his cherished Montblanc pen-Ava's gift to him. Ethan walked in, stopping dead, his eyes wide with guilt, looking first at Chloe, then at Ava. He stammered, then shockingly asked Ava to "handle" Chloe, to "get her dressed," claiming she was "in a fragile state." Ava was stunned; this was entirely unlike the man who once had security remove Chloe instantly. Later that evening, she watched him carefully clean and pocket the very Montblanc pen Chloe had just defiled. That was it. The pen, his treasure, now tainted, yet still cherished above all. A cold, hard clarity replaced her shock and pain. The next morning, Ava walked to their safe deposit box and retrieved the prenuptial agreement. Then she picked up her phone and called Liam Walker, Ethan's biggest business rival.

Betrayed By Love, Saved By Sacrifice

My husband, Julian Mcgee, the golden boy of Manhattan and heir to a powerful dynasty, was once utterly devoted to me. He defied his elitist parents for our love, promising me forever. Then Katia French appeared. I found a secret folder on his laptop, filled with hundreds of her photos and detailed analyses of her life. It was an obsession laid bare. He promised it was nothing, just "curiosity," and I, clinging to the memory of the man who adored me, chose to believe him. His "handling it" was to begin an affair, bringing her to public events and humiliating me. When I found out I was pregnant, I hoped our baby would save us. For a few weeks, he seemed joyful. Then Katia called, claiming Julian wanted a baby with her too, and that my "score" in his affection was dropping. In a moment of raw frustration, I slapped her. His punishment was swift and brutal. He had me arrested, three months pregnant, leaving me in a cold holding cell. He even leaned down to my belly and whispered, "Your mother was naughty. This is her punishment." The man who once moved heaven and earth for me now abandoned me to a cell, prioritizing his mistress. My fairy tale had become a nightmare, and I couldn't understand how it had come to this.

From Ashes To His Embrace

The cold barrel of a gun pressed against my head. I had one last call to save my life, and I chose her: my Issy. But the woman who answered was a stranger. When I told her they were going to kill me, that her cousin Jordan had set me up, she was impatient. "I have no time for this," she said, her voice like ice. "Jordan and I are finalizing our engagement party invitations." Engaged. To the very man who wanted me dead. I pleaded with her, reminding her of our life together, of the memory loss from the treatment her family forced on her. "I don't have amnesia," she snapped. "I remember everything that matters. You're a mechanic from Ohio. I'm an heiress. We live in different worlds." She told me she loved Jordan, that he was her equal and I was nothing. The click of the phone hanging up was louder than the gun cocking behind me. I wasn't afraid of dying anymore. The woman I loved had already killed me. Just as I closed my eyes, the warehouse doors burst open. A dozen figures in black suits disarmed my captors in seconds. A tall woman in a power suit stepped out of the light. She offered me a business proposal: a marriage contract. In exchange for my signature, she would provide protection, resources, and a complete escape. It was my only way out.

When True Love Costs Everything

My studio was a monument to dust and dreams, haunted by stack of canvases and a growing pile of final notices. Then I saw it: a news notification celebrating Mark Johnson, the tech mogul, philanthropist, and the man I' d saved four years ago when he was dying in a hospital bed. When I called for help, his polished fiancée, Jessica, answered, her voice dripping with condescending sweetness as she dismissed my emergency as a financial ploy and him as "moved on." Mark came to the phone, his voice cold and hard, accusing me of faking my illness and abandoning him for money when he had nothing, throwing scraps of charity at me before hanging up. Later, in our old coffee shop, I saw them, a picture of perfect happiness, until Jessica spotted me and signaled Mark, who humiliated me publicly, snarling that I was a "pathetic, manipulative, greedy liar" trying to cash in on his success. At the gallery where I found work, they ambushed me again; Jessica deliberately poured water on me, and Mark, with icy contempt, declared I deserved even less, driving me to kneel and wipe the floor in a desperate, public act of self-abasement. Overwhelmed, I collapsed, and my best friend, Emily, screamed the truth: I was his anonymous kidney donor, dying because of it, but I, burdened by an inexplicable need to protect him, denied everything, reaffirming his narrative of me as a greedy con artist. His face contorted between Emily' s raw grief and my fabricated confession, he chose the easier lie and transferred a fortune into my account, a monstrous payment to 'buy' my lies and rid himself of me forever, unknowingly funding my funeral. But my dying words shattered his carefully constructed reality, revealing the devastating truth. In a horrifying turn, Jessica, seeking to regain Mark and eliminate me, lunged to smother me with a pillow, only to be stopped by Mark, who, in the ensuing struggle, accidentally pushed her through a window to her death. Overcome with guilt and armed with the truth, Mark then made the ultimate sacrifice, donating his healthy kidney to save my life, fulfilling his promise to "pay me back" and giving me a second chance I would live for both of us.

Unexpected Husband, Unexpected Freedom Won

The green blur of the NYSE ticker board was moments from displaying NexusAI, the culmination of my life' s work. But then, Richard Sterling, my notorious former mentor, appeared, demanding I put his scandalous son, Julian, on my board, or he' d tank my IPO. This was the ninth time; a product launch, a funding round, all held hostage at the last critical second, his network ready to poison the well. He left me stranded, just as a tech gossip headline flashed: "My favorite tech genius is about to get married to her project. So heartbroken!" Liam, my rival and the source of the quote, was my last resort. Fifteen minutes and a frantic blur of rerouted documents later, the bell rang, and 'NexusAI' flashed on the board-with Liam as my new, impromptu partner. We barely made it, securing my freedom from Richard's tyrannical grasp, or so I thought. Later, in his car, Richard attempted to reassert control, offering me exclusive gifts as a transactional "peace offering," a ritual I knew far too well. Then came the sinister news: Julian' s fiancée, Isabella, needed a blood transfusion, and Richard insisted her rare blood type matched mine, demanding I donate. He even offered me his hand in marriage, a grotesque bribe, to control me once more. When I refused, he sent burly security guards to forcibly drag me to the hospital' s donation room, intending to drain me literally and figuratively. Just as the needle hovered over my vein, the door burst open. Liam, pure fury in his eyes, stormed in, having heard my desperate screams from his pocket-dialed phone. "Get your hands off my wife," he snarled, revealing our secret marriage and pulling out the marriage certificate. Richard' s face crumpled, the truth unraveling everything he thought he controlled. As I gathered my last belongings from the apartment Richard had given Isabella, I found a diamond earring and a repair receipt in my desk. The receipt was in Richard's name, confirming a horrifying truth: the baby Isabella was carrying was Richard' s, not Julian' s. The fortress Richard built was not for protection, but to hide a monstrous secret. I walked away from the crumbling empire, leaving Richard and Julian in its ruins. Now, with Liam by my side, I' m building something truly mine, a future where freedom and partnership are the only assets I' ll ever need.

The CEO's Amazing Ex-wife Is Back!

"Please believe me. I didn't do anything!" Thalassa Thompson cried helplessly. "Take her away." Kris Miller, her husband, said coldly. He didn't care as she was humiliated for the whole world to see. What would you if the love of your life and the woman you considered your best friend betrayed you in the worse way possible? For Thalassa, the answer was only one; she's going to come back stronger and better and bring everyone who made her suffer to their knees. Let the games begin! ***** "I hate you." Kris gritted out, glaring into her eyes. Thalassa laughed. "Mr Miller, if you hate me so much, then why is your dick so hard?"

Love Unbreakable

There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"

When Love Is A Lie

Katherine endured mistreatment for three years as Julian's wife, sacrificing everything for love. But when his sister drugged her and sent her to a client's bed, Katherine finally snapped. She left behind divorce papers, walking away from the toxic marriage. Years later, Katherine returned as a radiant star with the world at her feet. When Julian saw her again, he couldn't ignore the uncanny resemblance between her new love and himself. He had been nothing but a stand-in for someone else. Desperate to make sense of the past, Julian pressed Katherine, asking, "Did I mean nothing to you?"

Too Late: The Spare Daughter Escapes Him

I died on a Tuesday. It wasn't a quick death. It was slow, cold, and meticulously planned by the man who called himself my father. I was twenty years old. He needed my kidney to save my sister. The spare part for the golden child. I remember the blinding lights of the operating theater, the sterile smell of betrayal, and the phantom pain of a surgeon's scalpel carving into my flesh while my screams echoed unheard. I remember looking through the observation glass and seeing him-my father, Giovanni Vitiello, the Don of the Chicago Outfit-watching me die with the same detached expression he used when signing a death warrant. He chose her. He always chose her. And then, I woke up. Not in heaven. Not in hell. But in my own bed, a year before my scheduled execution. My body was whole, unscarred. The timeline had reset, a glitch in the cruel matrix of my existence, giving me a second chance I never asked for. This time, when my father handed me a one-way ticket to London-an exile disguised as a severance package-I didn't cry. I didn't beg. My heart, once a bleeding wound, was now a block of ice. He didn't know he was talking to a ghost. He didn't know I had already lived through his ultimate betrayal. He also didn't know that six months ago, during the city's brutal territory wars, I was the one who saved his most valuable asset. In a secret safe house, I stitched up the wounds of a blinded soldier, a man whose life hung by a thread. He never saw my face. He only knew my voice, the scent of vanilla, and the steady touch of my hands. He called me Sette. Seven. For the seven stitches I put in his shoulder. That man was Dante Moretti. The Ruthless Capo. The man my sister, Isabella, is now set to marry. She stole my story. She claimed my actions, my voice, my scent. And Dante, the man who could spot a lie from a mile away, believed the beautiful deception because he wanted it to be true. He wanted the golden girl to be his savior, not the invisible sister who was only ever good for her spare parts. So I took the ticket. In my past life, I fought them, and they silenced me on an operating table. This time, I will let them have their perfect, gilded lie. I will go to London. I will disappear. I will let Seraphina Vitiello die on that plane. But I will not be a victim. This time, I will not be the lamb led to slaughter. This time, from the shadows of my exile, I will be the one holding the match. And I will wait, with the patience of the dead, to watch their entire world burn. Because a ghost has nothing to lose, and a queen of ashes has an empire to gain.

The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.

Chained To The Cold CEO: Why Won't My Husband Let Me Leave?

Everyone whispered about how Alexander's aunt had forced him into marrying Freya. When the old woman passed and his former love drifted back into town, people watched closely and expected Freya to be brushed aside. Freya shrugged. "Truth be told, I am eager for that day to come." They mocked her for it. Yet everything flipped when Alexander posted something that spread like wildfire. "For everyone asking, I am not ending this marriage. Not now, not ever." Freya stared at the screen, puzzled. What was he trying to pull now?